Dark Poetry #5 |
Amphitheater Of Anguish |
Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
Rain dripping from the canopy, Offend me and I become undesired energy I don't want to wake up to be just ordinary I'll stay a shadow on the wall after the Hiroshima blast A place where my emphysema has been made steadfast. I pray on Persian mats. A perfect tapestry of facts I Patrol with demons, giants, massive Heathens Scheming in heaven, razing the roof with dragons heaving Drinking from the global goblet of lore with Goblins vomiting gore, writing perfect poems before the light leaves the landscape to explore. I feel it in my marrow every time the Judge bangs his gavel. From every cannon causing shrapnel fired at castles from every priest baptizing in chapels I want to jump from where the roof is, a vision so ruthless! I have an insatiable taste for facing my fears a conundrum, like why society can torture a mother by tearing there young from them! Blood-moons and conquest. Flash floods suggest I live on forgotten shores, fishing in the sanctum of stars! My dreams...the memories are flashing, cooling ember ashes are dancing. The visions are hard to explain to the sane. Realistic rage, like Tarzan without Jane! I feel like a Canadian Taliban, feel like the "Viet-Cong guerillas gassed in Gia Dinh" Feel like leafs on trees when they get diseased and burn. They fall like Saddam's Statue, never to return! Even I have fallen and couldn't get up. After all, devils are just angels that fell from the top... Weather serving in heaven or reigning in hell Remember, no human made weapon can harm you among cells! Life is viewed through the crystal vice of an Apothecary so if you believe in destiny, then taking orders is free-will. - If I cant bend Heaven, I shall move Hell - |
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